An utter hatchet job of some great writing by Bernard.
If you are going to produce early Anglo Saxon fiction as a form of escapism, it needs to carry the viewer to a Britain of believable old. The necessity of miscasting very capable actors and actresses to appease the woke gods just trashes the realistic grittiness of post Roman England.
You might as well give them iPhones and electric vehicles to “add” to the “authenticity”. Contrast this production with the Last Kingdom.
Secondly, the actual script and portrayal of key characters is so off piste it takes us from val d’isere to the Serengeti. Merlin is clearly portrayed as a battered, slightly cynical worn out tired human, not a slick game show host.
Morgan. Burned?
True to the author? torched